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“What about Uncle’s family?” Lin Gantang asked.

Lin Mingqing? Jiang Tongtong said, “Seeing that our family didn’t attend the wedding, he followed Dad’s lead and didn’t let his family attend either.”

Clearly aligning with Second Brother’s stance.

Lin Gantang felt her uncle was like a weathercock, swaying with the wind, which wasn’t surprising considering her dad’s cool attitude toward the third branch of the family.

“If Dad doesn’t like it, let’s not talk about them.” Lin Gantang took out the amulet and gave it to the three of them, “This is for you and Yi’an. I’ll leave the other one for my brother when he comes back.”

When Mr. Lin came out, he saw Lin Gantang handing out amulets like they cost nothing and his eye twitched. He couldn’t help asking, “Where did these come from?”

“They’re from the master, you know, the one with the mole on his forehead,” Lin Gantang said casually.

Mr. Lin’s voice turned sharp, “How much did you spend?”

“Didn’t spend… No, it was a hundred.” A hundred bucks well spent to secure the master.

Mr. Lin looked at her incredulously, “You robbed the master? A hundred bucks? A hundred bucks is nothing to him, do you know how much he charges for a single service?”

Lin Gantang snarked, how is it not money when the sight of banknotes can even make the master stay put.

Wen Yanqing hadn’t heard Lin Gantang mention the master before and was now listening intently.

In order to reassure her dad to accept it, Lin Gantang said, “The master said he’s often patronized by you, so it’s a complimentary gift. I happened to meet him at the villa, so he gave them to me.”

“Oh my, how embarrassing, the master is so polite.” Mr. Lin said he was embarrassed, but his hands honestly took the one Lin Gantang handed him and pocketed it.

By evening, everyone sat together for dinner. Unfortunately, Lin Zhaonan was held up with overtime and missed it, leaving his chair empty.

“Yanqing, eat more.” Mr. Lin asked Lin Gantang to add more food to his plate, saying, “Next time, let me know in advance, so I can cook some nice dishes for you all.”

Lin Gantang, serving the food, understood: next time she’d have to show up unexpectedly, just like today.

After dinner, unlike before, Mr. Lin didn’t ask them to stay longer, saying, “The villa is quite far from here, so you two should head back early. Where’s your car? I’ll have old Uncle Rong put some things in it.”

“Put what?” Lin Gantang asked.

“Roses. Aren’t you always craving Dad’s purple roses? And you even sneak some for yourself.” Mr. Lin said gruffly, “I dug some out for you to plant at the villa.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Yanqing, recalling how Lin Gantang had secretly picked flowers for him, said with a smile, “Dad, I could just buy some flower seedlings to plant.”

“It’s not the same.” Mr. Lin confidently declared, “The flowers Dad grows are better than others. The roses have already started budding, and in a few days, you’ll be able to see.”

The gardener Uncle Rong presented the roses, roots and soil wrapped together, and Mr. Lin, scrutinizing her sports car, complained, “You young people always go for the impractical, such a small car space, not practical at all.”

Nobody designed this car with cargo hauling in mind.

Seeing her dad giving away his beloved roses, Lin Gantang sweetly said, “Thanks, Dad, love you, Daddy.”

“Go, go, go! That’s so cheesy,” Mr. Lin said with disdain.

After Mr. Lin left, Lin Gantang looked at Wen Yanqing, who was smiling, and said amusedly, “That’s just how Dad is, tough on the outside, soft on the inside.”

Grumbling about her picking his flowers, yet he digs up the whole plant for her.

Wen Yanqing smiled lightly, “He loves you very much.” A simple, understated fatherly love.

“Eek, when you put it that way, it really is super cheesy,” Lin Gantang shivered, finding she was more accustomed to her father’s stern appearance.